Dilantha Gunawardana


Ode To Nerds


Standing behind my own shredded curtain
Partly visible to the populous ocean
The cacophony of life with a mysterious eye
For a shrouded existence have I

Under the stones of a sturdy tomb
For I never severed the umbilical womb
Life as a real life closet nerd
Away from the hum drum of the cattle herd

Dr Seuse in an inspiring eve
Explored the vast oceans with a sieve
For words to meticulously explore
To coin to sprinkle the lexicon store

This was the spawn of a wriggling creature
A true book worm its nagging feature
Relentless for the information pursuits
For the treasures of the psyche to loot

This is the true me but with a feeling bone
Not just the quizzes but for heart’s loan
For a woman’s touch and love to prosper
For the heart to sever the chains to vividly enrapture

The intellect lavishes but a woman banishes
As the pursuits of trivia slowly vanishes
She is secure in my ecstatic rapture
A beauty in my arms in a breathtaking capture

It’s yet simple ‘I had to see about a girl’
As the heart now unremittingly hurls
She is here before me my sweet beautiful wizard
To conquer my life in our perfect love blizzard

Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013
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